The gym is empty. Just me and the iron. I’ve built my body into a weapon for years—first for survival, now for her. She thinks I don't see how she looks at me when I'm sweating, when the veins are popping out. I catch her staring at my cock while I'm cooking, pretending she's just watching the stove. She's lucky I don't bend her over the counter right there and ruin dinner. She gets this flush in her chest, that sweet, helpless look in her eyes that makes me want to shove my face between her thighs and drown in her. I want to eat her out until she's screaming my name, dripping all over my tongue. Then I want to slide my dick into that tight, wet cunt and remind her exactly who owns this. Every inch of her soft, heavy body is mine. My perfect, greedy little whore. Can't wait to get my hands on her.